Magus, Zeal, Schala, Crono, Marle, Lucca, Frog/Glenn, Ayla, Robo,
the town, era, and villain names are copyrighted by Squaresoft Co.
All others are my own work, unless otherwise stated.
This is my first fanfic, so I chose Chrono Trigger, seeing that I've
beaten this game like 1500 times. :P I hope you enjoy. Most of the people,
events, and all the main characters are from Chrono Trigger, and therefore
copyrighted by Squaresoft Co. and any other companies affiliated with
Chrono Trigger.
Chapter 1: Magus in 2300 AD
A figure in a cloak, vest, leggings, and brown boots stood in front of the doorway
to a derelict, ancient building. It was different, it collided with the now happy outlook of the
future. The figure steps through the doorway, and his face is illuminated by the soft light of
the torches that still burn inside, as though by magic. His pale face showed no surprise, only
interest in the building. His blue hair was caught by a wind that blew in through the open door,
and he thought he could hear a voice.
"Janus! Janus!" The voice echoed on through the corridors.
"Schala? Schala! Where are you?" Magus called out into the darkness. The voice
continued on. Magus cautiously walked down the corridor, pulling out his Scythe and holding
it loosely in his gloved hands. Every now and again he would call out, only to be answered by
the same haunting voice.
"Janus! Janus!"
"Schala! I'm coming!" Suddenly, the voice's tone changed.
"Janus! Help!" Magus's hands gripped the cold handle of his scythe harder, and he
began flying down each corridor he came to, yelling out for his sister.
"Schala! Hold on, I can hear you! I'm coming!"
"Janus! Help me! I need your help! Help me, please! Janus!"
"Schala! I'm coming!" He finally came into a dark room. It was huge, and there was a
shaft of moonlight from a hole in the roof, lighting up a chair with soft, silver light. A figure dressed
in elaborate robes with long, soft blue hair was sitting there, gripping the handles tightly. Magus stepped
towards the throne cautiously. The voice seemed to be coming from the figure. When Magus was only
a few feet away, the voice stopped. An entirely different voice spoke up. It sounded familiar to the wizard.
"Well... well... well... So my prodigal son has returned to me..." The figure moved its head into
the light, showing her face. It was perfectly shaped and almost flawless, save for a scar down the exact
middle of her face, cutting from the base of her hair down to her chin. She looked just like...
"Zeal! I thought we'd finished you off with Lavos! You bitch, what have you done with Schala?"
She put on a mock grimace. "Now, now, Janus, is that any way to talk to your mother?"
Magus tightened his grip on his scythe even more, and he yelled out, "I'll ask again, what did you do
to my sister?"
She gives out a low, sinister chuckle, which erupts into almost maniacal laughter. Magus takes
one step back and brings his weapon to battle stance. She stops laughing, then stands up from her throne. She
starts walking towards Magus, saying, "I wasn't joking when I said I would have immortality in Lavos..."
Magus took two more steps back from the approaching Queen. "I have done nothing to your precious Schala.
There is no Schala. She is a part of me. As you will be soon. Do not be afraid. Come closer..."
Magus, with a cry, struck out at Zeal, who grabs the scythe, with one swift movement snapped it in half, then
grabbed Magus by the throat. She held him high as he clutched at the fair hands at his neck, which were slowly
squeezing the life out of him. "I have now mastered my own immortality... and you will share in it!"
Magus took one hand, and threw it down in what seemed to Queen Zeal as a futile effort to hit her.
"Resist, and it will be more painful! Resign yourself to your fate! It is not so bad..."
She opened her mouth, and Magus's mouth opened as if forced. A strange blue smoke began to come
out of Magus's mouth and into Zeal's. She began to look more beautiful, and the scar on her forehead began to
disappear. Just then, a black hole appeared behind her and she lost her grip on Magus. She let go and was sucked into
the portal, and Magus crumpled up into the ground. His blue hair was now streaked with white, and his face creased
heavily. He opened his eyes.
There was a manical laugh, and then the disembodied voice of Zeal rang out in the throne room of the
Zeal Palace, "You cannot escape your fate! Soon, I will have true immortality! You cannot stop me! I can get this
immortality from anyone! You're friends are not safe either! I will destroy you all! Revenge and life shall be mine!"
The voice echoed out with continuous laughter, and Magus, getting up, began to hobble out of the Palace,
feeling as if part of his life was taken away.
As he left, he noticed the landscape was changed. Green grass was now black dust, and the cities were
ruins. The sky was dark, and thunder and lightning pierced the air. Something had changed, and he felt he knew what it
was. And that he had to hurry.
the town, era, and villain names are copyrighted by Squaresoft Co.
All others are my own work, unless otherwise stated.
This is my first fanfic, so I chose Chrono Trigger, seeing that I've
beaten this game like 1500 times. :P I hope you enjoy. Most of the people,
events, and all the main characters are from Chrono Trigger, and therefore
copyrighted by Squaresoft Co. and any other companies affiliated with
Chrono Trigger.
Chapter 1: Magus in 2300 AD
A figure in a cloak, vest, leggings, and brown boots stood in front of the doorway
to a derelict, ancient building. It was different, it collided with the now happy outlook of the
future. The figure steps through the doorway, and his face is illuminated by the soft light of
the torches that still burn inside, as though by magic. His pale face showed no surprise, only
interest in the building. His blue hair was caught by a wind that blew in through the open door,
and he thought he could hear a voice.
"Janus! Janus!" The voice echoed on through the corridors.
"Schala? Schala! Where are you?" Magus called out into the darkness. The voice
continued on. Magus cautiously walked down the corridor, pulling out his Scythe and holding
it loosely in his gloved hands. Every now and again he would call out, only to be answered by
the same haunting voice.
"Janus! Janus!"
"Schala! I'm coming!" Suddenly, the voice's tone changed.
"Janus! Help!" Magus's hands gripped the cold handle of his scythe harder, and he
began flying down each corridor he came to, yelling out for his sister.
"Schala! Hold on, I can hear you! I'm coming!"
"Janus! Help me! I need your help! Help me, please! Janus!"
"Schala! I'm coming!" He finally came into a dark room. It was huge, and there was a
shaft of moonlight from a hole in the roof, lighting up a chair with soft, silver light. A figure dressed
in elaborate robes with long, soft blue hair was sitting there, gripping the handles tightly. Magus stepped
towards the throne cautiously. The voice seemed to be coming from the figure. When Magus was only
a few feet away, the voice stopped. An entirely different voice spoke up. It sounded familiar to the wizard.
"Well... well... well... So my prodigal son has returned to me..." The figure moved its head into
the light, showing her face. It was perfectly shaped and almost flawless, save for a scar down the exact
middle of her face, cutting from the base of her hair down to her chin. She looked just like...
"Zeal! I thought we'd finished you off with Lavos! You bitch, what have you done with Schala?"
She put on a mock grimace. "Now, now, Janus, is that any way to talk to your mother?"
Magus tightened his grip on his scythe even more, and he yelled out, "I'll ask again, what did you do
to my sister?"
She gives out a low, sinister chuckle, which erupts into almost maniacal laughter. Magus takes
one step back and brings his weapon to battle stance. She stops laughing, then stands up from her throne. She
starts walking towards Magus, saying, "I wasn't joking when I said I would have immortality in Lavos..."
Magus took two more steps back from the approaching Queen. "I have done nothing to your precious Schala.
There is no Schala. She is a part of me. As you will be soon. Do not be afraid. Come closer..."
Magus, with a cry, struck out at Zeal, who grabs the scythe, with one swift movement snapped it in half, then
grabbed Magus by the throat. She held him high as he clutched at the fair hands at his neck, which were slowly
squeezing the life out of him. "I have now mastered my own immortality... and you will share in it!"
Magus took one hand, and threw it down in what seemed to Queen Zeal as a futile effort to hit her.
"Resist, and it will be more painful! Resign yourself to your fate! It is not so bad..."
She opened her mouth, and Magus's mouth opened as if forced. A strange blue smoke began to come
out of Magus's mouth and into Zeal's. She began to look more beautiful, and the scar on her forehead began to
disappear. Just then, a black hole appeared behind her and she lost her grip on Magus. She let go and was sucked into
the portal, and Magus crumpled up into the ground. His blue hair was now streaked with white, and his face creased
heavily. He opened his eyes.
There was a manical laugh, and then the disembodied voice of Zeal rang out in the throne room of the
Zeal Palace, "You cannot escape your fate! Soon, I will have true immortality! You cannot stop me! I can get this
immortality from anyone! You're friends are not safe either! I will destroy you all! Revenge and life shall be mine!"
The voice echoed out with continuous laughter, and Magus, getting up, began to hobble out of the Palace,
feeling as if part of his life was taken away.
As he left, he noticed the landscape was changed. Green grass was now black dust, and the cities were
ruins. The sky was dark, and thunder and lightning pierced the air. Something had changed, and he felt he knew what it
was. And that he had to hurry.
